𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. || TsukiYama/KeiDashi

8

Kei woke up, not seeing Tadashi on his bed. Kei panicked a bit on the inside and looked around his room, searching for the green-haired male.

Kei then looked down beside his bed and saw Tadashi down on the ground, sleeping. Kei smiled slightly at the sight.

Kei got off his bed carefully, making sure to not step on the sleeping male. Kei picked Tadashi up and placed him nicely on the bed. He got out of his room and went to his bathroom to get ready for the day.

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Kei walked back into his room, seeing Tadashi still cuddling with a pillow. Kei smiled slightly as he walked over to him. Kei shook Tadashi a bit,

"Wake up, Yamaguchi."

Tadashi grunted as a response.

"Yamaguchi."

Tadashi slowly opens his eyes, Kei quickly taking the smile off his face.

"Ah... Good morning, Tsukki." Tadashi said, itching his eyes.

"Good morning. Want breakfast?"

"Yes."

Tadashi slowly sat up, blinking quickly a few times before deciding it was enough. He lost the sparks in his eyes, his eyes dull. His face looks dead, empty. His eyes are quite red and swollen. He's exhausted. Tadashi tried to get off the bed but he fell to the ground.

"Need help?" Kei offered.

"Yes please." Tadashi accepted the offer. Kei gave Tadashi a hand, helping him up. Tadashi's still out of energy to the point where he needed to grip a part of Kei's shirt and followed very closely to go to the kitchen.

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"Yamaguchi, are you okay?" Kei asked the exhausted boy.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

Kei just stared in wonder as Tadashi continued doing what he was doing before.

'Is he finally being himself?' Kei questioned himself, seeing Tadashi scribble on his book. Tadashi sighed, turning to the next page. This time, he's actually writing something.

"What are you writing?" Kei looked over Tadashi's shoulder. Tadashi quickly reacted and hovered the writing with his head.

"Nothing." he continued writing.

After what seemed like 10 minutes of Tadashi writing, he got up and walked to the bathroom. Tadashi seem to forgot to close the book he was writing in, so Kei read the words on the page.

"I just wish he isn't here for me. He probably doesn't even care that much about me but he's still the reason why I'm still here. Why are we friends? He's right, I'm disgusting and I should kill myself. The others are right, too. I'm so annoying, no wonder that he tells me to shut up all the time. I agree that my freckles are ugly, too. I hate faking my smile. Of course people would hate it, it's not even genuine. I hate my voice. I hate my hair. I hate my hands. I hate my face. I hate my personality. I hate my body. I hate that I love him. Why do I love him? Why is he my friend? There's no reason he should care at all yet, he still does. There's no reason that he should stay with me and be my friend, but he's still here. He's smart, tall, popular. Why would he love someone who's a coward, ugly and annoying? Gosh, I'm such a bastard for following him around. It's obvious he doesn't want me near or around him. He'll find a lovely, kind and sweet girl and marry her. I don't even know if he likes guys. He'll probably be disgusted if he knows that I'm bisexual. He'll leave me once he figures out. One thing though, if he leaves then no one will stop me. I'll be free. I will give everyone a favor and they'll be happy when I'm gone. I'm useless. I don't even do anything in life. I just sit and complain, complain, complain. That's why people hate me. Maybe I should listen to him and kill myself. I know it's just a dream, I've had it multiple times before. Maybe I should listen to that one guy in my school and just stand in front of a car so it'll hit me. No one would care about my rotting, dead body because of how worthless I am. I'm so sensitive, it's even annoying me. I will never have any other friends that aren't the volleyball team or him. Even my personality sucks man. I can't even do things. I'm so lazy to do anything. I'm such a waste of oxygen and other natural recourses. I should really just kill myself. I'm just a depressed, suicidal kid who has no life. He would probably enjoy life without me."

Kei was stunned at what he read.

'Did someone actually tell him that?'

Kei grew angry. How could anyone say that to someone that didn't even do anything to them?

Tadashi got out of the bathroom and Kei quickly continued reading the book he has in his hands. Tadashi quickly ran over to his book, closing it as a loud bang sounded, making Kei jump a bit.

"Did you read it, Tsukki?" Tadashi asked, panic visible on his face and voice.

"Read what?" Kei asked back, acting clueless. Tadashi sighed, relieved.

"Nothing." Tadashi sat down, relaxed.

"You okay? Do you need water?" Kei questioned, concerned.

"No, I don't need it right now."

"Alright."

They stayed silent for a while. It wasn't the awkward one, though. It was quite comforting. It made them feel relaxed.